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she awoke that morning.
she awoke on planet earth. huzzah. she guessed. it was wonderful to to feel like dying.
but here came the chords of the song and she still recalled living in New York.
it wasn't ever Manhattan.
god, she had loved.
she looked up from her musical chairs and saw
she wasn't sitting.
there wasn't going to be a mutual accommodation of acceptance of flaws.
finally, she was glad to be done with the beater who never could have ever imagined liking wilco's "at least that's what you said" because he was pretty much autistic spectrum before such a thing was cool.
her fat puffy face at the end of time.
she slept that night.
may bee.
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